It took three days before I could walk around without feeling every step was a torture. Twice a day one of them brought me in a meal, which would have...fed three men and a large cup of tea three times a day. They never forgot me needing to do a dump for they led me carrying the piss-pot to a toilet next door to the room I was being held in. The toilet was basic, a bowl with a cistern high up on the wall and a chain, a type I thought went out in the nineteen forties. The small mesh covered vent. It had them to work the grief, and uncertainty, out of their system and, afterwards, they had settled down into the new routine of their lives, and managed to reclaim some degree of normality again.As summer had turned to autumn, and the falling leaves coloured the landscape with their rich golden, red, and brown colouring, the mood around the family seemed to change again - there seemed to be a pervading sadness that was gradually creeping in to the whole family's sub-conscious. This feeling. " What do you want me to do ?" Switch the vibrator on and touch your nipples."again she switched it on and brought the tip to her nipples, I was holding her thighs apart and licking her quietly, I would do to her what he wanted her to do to herself"Are your nipples erect ?" Yes they're hard now." Touch your lips, I've come once so this will take some time." I can see you getting hard." You should come before I do, put a finger inside." Can I use the vibrator." Put a finger inside."she gasped as. Often I’d get calls from marketing departments or recruiters who were out of town. Nine times out of ten, they were nuisance or marketing calls. This one I answered.It was a woman’s voice. "I hope that you don’t mind me teasing you?" Bailey?" I responded tentatively."Yeah." No, I don’t mind." I paused. "Do you do this for all of your customers?" Truthfully, I was ecstatic that she was calling me. My erection was practically tearing my jeans apart."I’m glad you don’t mind. Am I interrupting.